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WRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE #1 Dance   “Life is just one big dance. Everyone dancing to their own tempo, their own beat, with varying dynamics. Some dance with a group, others with a partner, some alone.” Tobar looks at me, his eyes glimmer with an impossible depth. “And that’s okay, some of the most beautiful dances are solos. Because those dancers, as they spin round and round they never lose track of their beat.” Tobar carefully places my small hand over my heart and I can feel its steady rhythm. Together, we sit there. The stars shine overhead, impossibly bright in their beauty.   As Tobar rises to leave he

WRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE #26 Flower Scio gripped the cool handle of the knife. Everything appeared to slow down, stuck in the thick syrup of time. He watched it all with a distant stare from the balcony. The swirling masses of people, pushing against the stark line of riot police. Their protesting shrieks diminishing to a background banter. He closed his eyes, reveling in the dark shelter it provided. He was dimly aware as his grip on the knife’s hilt slackened and gravity pulled it from his hands. “It’s time.” His uncle’s voice wove its way through his conscious, shattering his peaceful hold and bringing time

100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #30 First Crush “Okay, I’ve got it.” Victor said, breaking the silence with a decisive clap. “Got what.” “Jeez, don’t be so excited, Tay, it’s disconcerting.” Taylor gave an irritated shake of her head which Victor pretended to ignore, continuing, “here’s how the game goes, I say something and you say the first thing that comes to mind. You pause or repeat and you loose.” “Sounds stupid.” “That’s the spirit! Do you want me to start?” “Why not?” “Socks.” “Feet.” “Slopp

100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #25 Shatter     Gwen scanned the room. It was small and simple. A cot on the floor with a wash table but on the opposite wall a full length mirror stood. Gwen caught her breath and as though in a trance she walked towards it until her breath fogged the smooth surface. She stared at the person who was being reflected back at her. The person with the same dark curls and freckled skin. The person who shared her broad shoulders and muscular build. The woman who couldn’t possibly be her. She didn’t have that cold of a gaze. And those scars...     Gwen traced the raised lines that ran across her face. H

100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #12 Vault He broke through the surface, gasping for air. Twitch was already pulling herself out onto the bank, coughing violently. Adon waded toward her, noticing for the first time he was bare foot. The mud having sucked his shoes away from him. Twitch hauled herself up and turned to find him. She flashed him a white smile that stood out against her mud coated skin and Adon felt a tingling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the questionable gunk he had just stepped in. Her ball gown hung limply from her, the tons of mud weighing it down, she, too, had no shoes and her perfect bun now resembled a rats

Jethro pulled himself out from under the machine. Wiping his oil drenched hands off on his pants he sat up and leaned against the metallic exterior. Everything seemed to be in order, the filters were clean, oil changed, the engine was brand new and the gears were more lubricated than his grandfather's beard.   He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a thin trail of grease. In his mind he ran over scenario after scenario searching for anything that could have caused the aircraft to collapse. “Puzzling like this won’t do you any good, boy.” His grandfather slouched in the doorway, his fingers locked around a

Bris frowned at him. “What?” Adon said, defensively crossing his arms, “he’s so full of it.” “And you’re not.” “He’s not just full of it,” Adon continued ignoring her, “he’s bursting with it, exploding, gushing forth, brimming, teeming...” he fell short, having ran out of words and instead vented his emotion by kicking a stone. Bris paused then threw back her head and laughed. "That’s nice." Adon growled, turning to leave. “Wait,” Bris grabbed his arm, “I’m sorry, it’s just. You are so alike-” Adon’s glare turned

100 WRITING PROMPTS CHALLENGE #69 Rain   A storm's coming. It was my one clear thought as I broke my way through the thick vines. Moisture hung thick in the still air and the surrounding jungle expelled an eerie silence. A few drops of rain from the dark clouds began to fall, joining the sweat that clung to my dark skin. A low rumbling echoed through the forest snapping me out of my almost drowsy state. Reminding me that this was no ordinary storm.   I started to run. My bare feet sinking into the damp ground. Excitement urged me on, slowly diminishing my wary knowledge that there was more to come.   A large flash of lightning and the

   The white bird of prey on her shoulder shifted its weight, its talons digging into her leather shoulder pad. Asta raised a finger and gently stroked the kite’s feathery head, she understood the uncomfort of being trapped within the foreboding walls of the city.   The sliver of moon glared down from overhead providing the only light in the shadowed streets.  Asta quickened her pace, she wasn’t far now and she never kept someone waiting.   She took a last turn and descended down a set of dilapidated stairs. She ducked into a darkened doorway, pausing as she noticed a trail of soft footprints in the sandy ground.   So she had